When I saw two of the guards reach for their weapons, I got ready to defend myself. I didn’t need to have worried. They weren’t waiting for the or...er to shoot me.That dipshit is chickenshit. Where the heck does someone get a fake cyanide tooth, and why would a low-level moron like him need one?One guard shot the video of the man foaming at the mouth until the man died. The other guard shot dipshit three times in the chest and twice in the head.“He wasn’t worth the extra bullets,” I told the. I had never in my wildest dreams realized there were so many different dongs, vibes fake cocks or whatever you want to call them!! Some, I have to admit, I stared at thinking either, “That would never fit ANY woman for pleasure or, “Now how the hell do you find any pleasure in THAT?!” But eventually, we found “Little Billy” as I christened him, and he was my substitute while “Big Bill” was in China.But Little Billy only left me more horny and soon I started going out of my mind wanting sex!! . He could sleep through a distant battle, and wake at a close footstep. He was a survivor, and he was happy enough to be one.After the war, there were few jobs, and thousands of discharged soldiers in the East. Jake was also feeling pressed by the masses of people and the rules they had to obey to live in such proximity. Going west seemed like a good decision, and Jake never regretted it.Since then, Jake had learned to herd cows, cook on the trail, find waterholes, and drink overpriced beer.. His new hair was more golden than blonde and it lay wavy and thick, closely upon his head like a skullcap. He showed not the least hint of male-pattern baldness despite his thirty-eight earth-years age.His face retained his original features: a high, proud forehead; prominently crested brows above deep-set blue eyes; a narrow, sharply defined nose with broad nostrils; and a wide, generous mouth framed with full lips. His chin was his good feature: strong, square set, with a broad jaw. His head.